The Penitent III: Marriage

Chapter One – Abul’s Woman-3

“Very well,” Abul laughed. “I can’t describe it the way Ira does. Ira was there beside your husband and he never gets tired of telling the s********e night soon, in your house, Mrs. Ryan, I’ll have Ira give you a full account while you are on your knees sucking his prick.” He slid his finger from Kathy’s p***y and trailed its wetness down the inside of her bare leg. With his other hand he tilted her tear streaked face up so that she had to look at him. “Ira says it took a long time for your husband to die. Watching you on your knees sucking Ira’s prick will be your new lover, me...Abul... the man who devised the whole plan.” His black, hate-filled eyes bored into her. “After Ira is finished with you...after he has shot his c*m into the mouth of the rich and cultured Mrs. Ryan, what will Mrs. Ryan say to him?” His hand tightened on her chin.

“I...I...will thank him.”

“And will you tell him how much you enjoyed hearing the account of the way we made your husband suffer before we let him die.”

Kathy quickly twisted her head away from him. “No...I couldn’t...I couldn’t do that.”

Roughly Abul turned her back to face him. “Goddamn it! You’re f*****g husband is dead. You are now my woman. You will do what I tell you. Yes?” He glared at her.

Trying to keep her voice from trembling, she answered softly, “Oh, God, Abul...think of what you’re asking. How could I honestly say I enjoyed hearing about my husband’s painful death?”

Abul parted her open blouse and viciously dug his fingernails into her n*****s, “Goddamn it, have you learned nothing!” he shouted. “You will say it because you are now my woman!” He twisted her tortured n*****s as Kathy cried out. “You will do and say what Abul tells you to do and say.” Unable to speak, Kathy nodded her head vigorously. Abul let her go. “Well?” he demanded.

Kathy closed her eyes, gasping for breath. After several moments, she whispered, “Yes, I belong to you now. I am your woman. I will do what you wish.”

“And what will you call me?” He continued to force her to look at him.

“I...I...I’ll call you ‘husband’,” she said.

“Yes, that’s what you will call me. You are my wife and my w***e. Is that not right?”

“Yes, I am Abul’s w***e, his American whore...but...but not his real wife.”

“Goddamn you! You will act like a real wife!”

“Yes, I will pretend to be the wife of the man who killed my husband.”

“And there, in the house you shared with your husband, what will you do for Abul?”

Kathy thought to herself, ‘I will spit in his face. I will take a kitchen knife and plunge it into his heart.’ She tried again to twist away.

Abul slapped her, spinning her head back. “Tell me, b***h!” he shouted. “Describe to me what Abul’s woman is going to do to for him or else I will call the Facility and your goddamn sister-in-law will bleed!”

It was several moments before Kathy could speak. “As I said, I will thank this man, this Ira. And...and...then I will crawl to you. Naked and on my knees I will crawl to you Abul. I will ask you to feel me...to feel my naked body. I will kneel between your legs and beg you to permit me to...to...taste you, to suck your...your cock.”

“You will call me ‘husband’ and take me to your bed, and then...?”

“Yes, I will call you husband. I will invite you to the bed I once shared with...with...Jeff. I will make myself pretty for you...cosmetics, and perfume. I will rub my body with oil and wear a provocative gown and the shoes you like...the high heels. I will tease you. Make love to you. I will beg you...there in the place where my husband and I first made love, I will beg you to...to f**k me...to f**k my ass.”

“Yes, that’s better. Will you thank me for taking your husband’s life so that you can give yourself to me? Tell me like you mean it and with a show of affection. Make me believe you or...” He pointed to the cell phone.

Into Kathy’s mind flashed a vision of Mary Margaret, tied to the whipping post. She wet her lips, “Yes, I will thank you.” She placed her hand on top of his and leaned toward him so that her breast was pressed against his arm. “I will thank you for doing what you had to do so that I might become your woman.”

“And then...?”

Kathy thought for a moment trying to imagine what else he wanted to hear. She reached up to touch his leering face, “Later, after you have cum...after you have c*m deep inside my...my ass, I will lie awake while you sleep. I...I...will look at you and be grateful that you have...have...made it possible for...for us to be there.....in bed...close together like a husband and wife. And...and looking at you beside me, I will be grateful that you have taken me as your woman.” She saw that he was not quite satisfied. “As you are sleeping, I will lean over you and gently brush my lips against yours and whisper that...that...I love you.”

Abul nodded. He released her and slumped back in his seat. Soon, he was snoring again.